[His response is quick, sharp. Sounds vaguely like he's wanting to be convinced of the truth of this as much as she is.]
Yeah, exactly. If someone dies here, whoever's dead, they're not-- not the real them. The real them's still back home, living.
[It's all he has to hold on to, now. If the Malia lying in the cubicle now is a copy, if they're both copies... it didn't make her any less real, or her death any less of a tragedy. But at least it means she's not lost.]
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[His response is quick, sharp. Sounds vaguely like he's wanting to be convinced of the truth of this as much as she is.]
Yeah, exactly. If someone dies here, whoever's dead, they're not-- not the real them. The real them's still back home, living.
[It's all he has to hold on to, now. If the Malia lying in the cubicle now is a copy, if they're both copies... it didn't make her any less real, or her death any less of a tragedy. But at least it means she's not lost.]